The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The ledger in my father’s coat pocket held three items, each weighed and measured against the debt of his lungs: twelve years of service in the coal seams, a pension claim due to the Colliery Company, and the rusted iron shield that hummed with a cold, persistent static. I was twelve years old, and my hands were already shaking from the weight of it, a weight that seemed to pull at the marrow...

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